An Ancient City

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An ancient city stands in a glow

Heaven, laid out on the terrain of Earth.

It is made ancient by its immense history

(Though it hasn't been long since the city's birth).

 

The buildings hold infinite numbers of secrets

From drugs, sex, murder and pedophiles;

But the walls never speak here.

Well, maybe they whisper every once in a while...

 

The city is a holy one.

Its temples flash their Neon,

Attracting the expanding population:

A dumb one, unaware of the city's true story.

 

Within the divine temples

The people worship a god--of money.

As sacrifice they offer their time and wealth.

Most will never again be free.

 

The place is an illusion of pleasure, riches and fun

But the hidden truth lives in death and sin

Here is the city of Heaven on Earth

And Hell is secretly creeping in

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I know, I'm terrible at rhymes...but i thought id get what i got written up here and then later change what I have to...i hate broken computers >:(

also, i thought this up when i was visiting my grampaw there, but never actually had the chance to jot it down...heh :) anyway, thoughts?

Reviews

[NSisifo]

I'm not sure if you've heard the story of Lehi's dream. He's told to stay on a path holding onto an iron rod. The wicked stray to a "great and spacious building" where they aren't supposed to be. Whenever my friend sees Vegas, he says, "Man. This place is full of great and spacious buildings." People unfamiliar with the story don't realize he's not complimenting the place.

That really had nothing to do with your poem. Sorry.

When you look at how a home is built with bricks and strong wood, you see how sturdy it is. In Vegas they use synthetic materials, so while it looks fancy, it's not sturdy and it isn't meant to last.
The last stanza points that out with amazing clarity.

The last two lines are my favorite.

[Antonio Valentino]

What happens there doesn't stay there does it?

I mean I know that life is a gamble, but sometimes we have to let the chips fall where they may.

Great poem Harley!
Antonio :)

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. A fixing story for most old large cities in this world. I like the description and detail of your words. I roam 40 countries and love the feel of the cities at night. It seem the ghosts of the past come back take over again. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like this poem and it is to me very true.. I thought it read fine, Harley...
Odd Stephen King chose Las Vegas for the Dark Man in The Stand....
Very good write!

Chloe